A New Kind of Literary Pulse

My bones belong on the East Coast. Or maybe they belong to it. Whatever the case, they certainly seem to think it’s the only proper place to be. Bones can think things like that, I suppose, even ... [+]

I remember when I moved to Utah.
I had gotten in the moving van, stepping off the road of my childhood home for the last time. Now, I hear the hammering thrum of the vehicle drive away, my ... [+]

Youth activities at church always aimed to teach us some new skill. We rarely fantasized about service projects and even the most honorable among us would likely miss a “wonderful opportunity” if ... [+]

We were driving down Highway 37 on our way back from Dawson City, Yukon. We had been on the road for almost three weeks and we were spent. Long days of driving long B.C. roads that carried few people ... [+]

The sky dimmed dauntingly, the depiction dark. A stagnant air was wallowed in.

I observed it out the car window; eerie, or perhaps just foggy. Its hiss was unmissable. It was previously a ... [+]

Though I’m always game to try new foods—strange sea creatures boiled in wine, caviar on crackers, beef carpaccio—there’s a solid list of foods I cannot stand, and this makes me feel like a ... [+]

Homesickness is a funny thing.
In the eyes of the American government, I’m an alien. A legal one—I have a student visa to prove it—but an alien still, as though I arrived in a spaceship, and ... [+]

As a child, I assumed that I had done some extraordinary deed to make it on Santa’s platinum edition nice list, which meant presents not only in December, but a bonus delivery during his off-season ... [+]

Beauty. What is beautiful? It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Beauty is determined individually. Beauty is not universal.

Beauty captivates me. What is beautiful in my eyes ... [+]

If I took you on a tour of my childhood, our first stop would be my childhood home, a small place with big memories. I’d show you the attic where my brother and I played or the room we shared. I’d ... [+]

It’s 7:37pm, and I am standing on the arrow pointing the direction to shop in the aisle at Walmart. It smells like cleaner and cookies from the surrounding aisles. In my right hand I hold nothing ... [+]

I used to be scared of angels and the way they keep records of your thoughts, because there's things they know that I'd be unequivocally ashamed of. But at length I've come to the conclusion that all ... [+]

The red rock swirls around me. It is sedentary and yet it has what my artist friends refer to as movement, line of action, directional motion. The soft, water worn contours are hard as the stone they ... [+]

The hills slipped easily under our wheels.

Sometimes you get this feeling, an itch. A kind of restlessness that wants to crawl out from under your skin. I think this feeling is familiar to most ... [+]

The ball in the glove stretches out in front of me, papers strewn below, around and beyond it, the sweat stains on the sides hint at long hours and tired fingers, sore palms under the palms that lined ... [+]

The impulse to save a meme to your phone is the same force that drives cats to collect hair ties and bottle caps under the couch.
In the case of both the world and memes, all things tend toward ... [+]

Castles in the sky.

Airy fairy, sugar-spun, cotton candy webs that lace the air.

Everyone has one. Some people have a dozen. I have seven.
When I line them up side by side they ... [+]

Avengers: Infinity War
7:00am* 3:00pm 10:00pm 12:00am**
*Note that 7 am is the goal but usually we can’t get the movie rolling until 8.
**Note that the latest showing starts at midnight ... [+]